George Hall and the Hotel Taft Orchestra :: Remember My Forgotten Man

Remember my forgotten man, you put a rifle in his hand

You sent him far away, you shouted hip hooray

But look at him today

Remember my forgotten man, you had him cultivate the land

He walked behind a plow, the sweat fell from his brow

But look at him right now

And once he used to love me, I was happy then

He used to take care of me. Won't you bring him back again?

Cause' ever since this world began, a woman's got to have a man

Forgetting him, you see, means you're forgetting me like my forgotten man